The Serpent That Enslaves What Is Worshiped

(Album: Funeral Dirge For The Rotting Sun - 2003)

I am the snake redirected the left hand path paved with grace
I am the lifeless that sheds its skin swallowing myself
In completion of the total self the endless round of existence

Crushing all destiny of hope
Completion within isolation
Hell divine through six blind eyes
Blank face of the transformed
Breaching this cross you bear
The black stares down
Beholding the greatest slain
A first step out of this old age
A trial of lies

Once where wings soared
Sits scars of a fallen icon
Torn from this back of freedom
We all descend to the lower world

Rise changed

Venom of rebirth to engulf all
Burial head down inversion of punishment
Expulsion to the sea of disloyalty
To never see again

Entwined inside
Chaos consumed
This future of undying
Rise of the uncrucified

As the serpent climbs
The cross of shame
An unbound virus
Of agnostic rage

Tainted skin with a touch of the perverse
Cast away from an unjust form of freedom
Transformation of the snake
A new oblivion of blasphemy
She adding the skin of what used to be
This war waged as all the horns of Jericho begin
The death of all your deities
Suspended from grace
Worship a raised profit of nothing
Filtering of the insane
Perpetual feeding of this seed of chaos
Embracing this revelation of entire dusk
Fuse this self attained consuming of worship
Milking the fated in resurrection for triumph